I wish someone–at some point in my life–would address me with one of the titles listed above. It would make my day if I walked into my coffee shop and the barista was all like, “Lady Adrianna, would you like a cappucino or your usual cup of Coava?” And then I’d be all like, “Ohhh Alex, I’ll take the Coava, thank you.” And he’d be like, “Of course, Your Grace.”
Umm…hello!!! How rad would that be?!?!
I’ve clearly been watching too much Downton Abbey/Game of Thrones. Clearly.
But let’s be serious, even if I did live back then, I wouldn’t be a princess. I don’t have a single drop of blue blood running through these veins.
My life would probably be spent in some dark basement kitchen making crazy meals for the royals. And I’d probably be really happy there, because unlike the “Lady,” I’d get to marry a dude I actually liked. That’s pretty huge. Imagining spending your life with some boring rich dude?! That’d suck, big time.
I arrived in Florida (where my parents live) exactly two days ago, on a red eye flight. I was sitting next to the most adorable baby in a onesie. We said hi, we smiled…we became friends.
And then she totally betrayed me. An hour into the flight, she started bawling her eyes out. And didn’t stop…for the. next. four. hours. Right then and there our friendship ended, obviously. Her poor mother…she was doing everything she could. Nothing worked.
So, instead of sleeping with my eyes closed, I tried to sleep with my eyes open. You know…where you just stare REALLY hard and try to take your brain to a newprettybetter world, like, immediately?
I thought about Christmas morning…oh Christmas morning. Does a cozier more lovely place even exist? I think not…
This year I have nothing to do with Christmas dinner. I bowed out since I cooked all of Thanksgiving dinner.
Instead, I’m on the sidelines mixing cocktails, making playlists, drinking cocktails…
Making these scones forced me to make five pieces of bacon. And just when I was about to take a picture of said five pieces of bacon, I tripped over my own weirdly small feet and dropped them.
It felt like that cliché moment when a little girl drops her ice cream cone.
It was just plain sad.
And since I’ll use any excuse I can get, I think this is a valid reason for me to get a dog soon because then it wouldn’t have gone to waste. That’d make grandma proud. She doesn’t like food to go to waste. Grandmas put half drunk glasses of milk in the fridge for later.